★ The Thoughts of a Metalhead ★

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These will just be word walls of any
favorites I can think of.
The top few answers before each wall are absolute favorites above
all others.
I might miss some or forget to mention, and some might be either
singles or many of the series.

The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time 3-Heart Run
Died: Once (Iron Knuckle, 1-Hit KO)
100%: No, left all items and heart pieces behind
System: Nintendo 64 (Wii U)

The Legend of Zelda: Majora's Mask 3-Heart Run
Died: Once (Glitch in Woodfall on bridge with Hiploop spawned in
same place)
100%: Yes, all masks, upgrades, and bottles retrieved
System: Nintendo 64 (Rom)

Recommendation (Spoiler free)
Highly recommended to anyone wanting a dark Pokemon story or a good
challenge.
I had this game on the easiest mode and still it took several upon
several hours of constant grinding just to keep pace with the other
trainers in this game. Huge difficulty boost from the get go.
I love the custom Pokemon with the old "Holon Delta Species" theme
from way back when. Adds a new twist onto things that also adds
challenge. When you think the trainer is going to send out a
regular Greninja, you send out your electric type. Too late! You
find out it's actually a grass/fire type delta species
Greninja.
The story was not bad, I enjoyed it and at some points I wanted to
see what would happen next. But grinding is a badly needed part of
the game so I was chomping at the bit to try and hurry to see what
would happen next in the story. There were a couple silly parts but
otherwise it was not a terrible story to go through.
Music was also very wonderful. There was a couple revamped old
Pokemon game soundtracks mixed in, but the rest was completely
unique and memorable. I especially love the DKC2 remix put into the
game.
I did run into a couple of bugs here and there, my game crashed
once or twice looking at Gym Leader signs in front of each gym, and
my team's stats started to get bugged. Going from an HP EV of 138
to suddenly -490 makes a not very effective move from a much lower
level Pokemon destroy you instantly? Kinda sucks but there are ways
around it to fix the problem.
All-in-all, a very good game that I recommend. And if you play it,
let me know, I want to see what your favorite fan-made Delta
Species is~

These are all songs I've dedicated to
some special people in my life.
Be it the lyrics, the theme, mood, music video, or just what the
song stands for, it means something with my connection to the
person.
As well as their song dedicated to me.

Alex - rrocker1020You're probably the first true friend
I ever made, and I've never been within one hundred miles of you.
We started as good companions, became best friends, and fell in
love with one another. For years we were together and it felt real
to me. You picked me up during our hardest times, and as such
things took their toll and things weren't meant to be. But here we
are nearly ten years later and you're still a best friend to me.
Thank you for everything you do, and that you continue to do for
me.

Crest - CrescentI know we technically met on
Pokeheroes, but this counts since you're never online and I talk to
you off the site. It's been well over a year, almost two, and
you've climbed so many social ladders with me that you're someone I
will forever care for, and will always remember. You and I may butt
heads more often than not, but it's not in either of us to back
down from a challenge. And I so do love teasing you~ I finally gave
you that push you needed to be with someone and I hope things last
for you two ; You morbidly-obsessed Undertale nerds deserve each
other.

★PHFʀɪᴇɴᴅs★

Jazzy - [X]Never before have I connected with
another human being so quickly and clashingly as you. You bring me
hope and happiness that I thought long gone from my life. For
several years, I had forgotten what true happiness was. You're
helping me restore that part of my life and remembering what it
feels like.
And that's something I'll never be able to thank you enough
for.
As I've told you before, I am a very hard person to like. And it's
even harder for people to get close to my heart. But against all
odds you've done that and made yourself a very loyal friend. Our
connection is special, something I don't think most people will
understand. It's a bond formed of hardships, bad experiences, mask
removals, and compassion. And maybe a little bit of
flirting~

Error - [X]Whenever I join these Pokemon sites, I
always seem to make that one friend. Someone I talk to often and
just has that crazy awesome personality. I guess that's you! I'm
glad I could help you with your spriting and inspire your shop. I
would consider you a rival but you're too awesome to be one. I am
always happy to see your shop thriving during the times I can't
seem to make myself sprite. And your new updates or ideas never
fail to make me give applause. I still remember the time I figured
you out. I'd known you for a year and only just then figured
out you were British. I asked why you never typed "colour" and you
simply said "lazy" and gave me a good laugh. Never change, you or
your hundreds of sonas~

Maguro - [X]I am not an anime person, I am
terrible with art, and I don't think we have a lot in common. But,
somehow, you're a very unique and loyal person that I managed to
connect with and have grown very fond of. You're a wonderful,
gifted artist with skills that I secretly envy. I will never
understand your love for anime characters (except maybe Korra) but
I will send a card board cut-out of them when you need
it~

20GayTeen - [X]My memory is very poor, so I don't
recall how we met. But I don't need to remember the beginning, all
I know is how loyal, supportive, and just genuine you are. You've
been rooting for me since day one and every time I see your
username, I can say 'I know that amazing person' and it brings a
smile to my face. You've given me encouragement, inspiration, and
wonderful ideas. If you ever need someone, I'll be there for
you~

Kitty - [X]I could sit here and blather about how
amazing you are, but I don't need to. I see you everywhere
on this site, and that you make fast friends with anyone. That's a
rare gift I wish I could have. No one sees themselves, but when I
look at you, I see someone who's independent, proud, strong, and
incredibly kind. You give your kindness out to so many people that
it warms my heart to see you give affections to everyone else. Oh,
but one thing I can say, you have a wicked awesome taste in
music~

Kaufee - [X]We don't talk much, but it's one of
those comfortable silences. A friendship where we seem to already
know we can rely on one another if need be. I'm always happy to
help you ask, be it in sprites or anything you want. I still
remember the first thing I said to you, and it still applies to
this day. You have the best avatar on this site~

Amber - [X]We only recently just met and got onto
each other's friend list, but I've seen you around the site plenty
of times. My unsociable habits keep me away from talking to people
most of the time so I was never one to reach out and make friends.
But when it went viral that you were having trouble, I couldn't
hold my tongue and felt like I had to defend you. It wasn't right
for someone like you, who does no wrong, deserves to be happy, and
is nothing but sweet to everyone on Pokeheroes, to be picked on by
a bunch of spineless cowards hiding behind anonymity to make
themselves feel better. But it made you stronger into the proud
person I know today~

Recycle Trubbish & Recycle Garbodor -
Did not win
These Pokemon recycle items they find on the streets of Emera.Recycle Trubbish:"Despite not having any arms, it will recycle various trash
items it finds on the streets of Emera town by consuming it and
later spitting it up at recycle centers."Recycle Garbodor:"They can usually be found cleaning up streets of filthy cities
or littered beaches. They get along well with their poisonous
counterpart in cleaning up trash."Possible Evolution Method:
Give a Soda Pop to Recycle TrubbishPossible Option to Obtain:
Possibly pick up X pieces of litter from Emera Beach? Have the
sprites of trash or garbage show up in place of the Shoal Shells or
Shoal Salt?

Axolkip, Axoltomp, Axolpert, and Mega Axolpert - Did not
win
These Pokemon have reverted from swamps to cave rivers.Axolkip:"Their eggs are often found hidden under cave waterfalls. Zubats
enjoy the taste of these eggs."Axoltomp:"After evolving, these Pokemon can survive in both water and
land for the lungs in their body and gills on their faces."Axolpert:"Axolpert usually leave their childhood caves once fully grown
in search of other caves to create offspring."Mega Axolpert:"One Mega evolved, these Pokemon gain stupendous growth. if they
lose a limb, they are able to grow it back."Possible Evolution Method:
Axolkip will evolve when a Zubat is in the user's party. Axoltomp
can evolve using a Water Stone. Mega Axolpert needs a Mega
Stone.Possible Option to Obtain:
Possibly send a Zubat holding a Water Stone to a Rumble Mission in
the Rocky Cave?

___My name is Leah. It was
Summer, my favorite time of the year. Fluffy clouds were gone,
temperatures were perfectly warm, and the cool ocean water was a
crystal clear blue. I loved everything about the water, it always
seemed to be a part of who I was, despite I couldn't swim.

___Unfortunately, today was
not a day I could enjoy the soothing waves. There was a Pokémon
beauty contest in town and tensions were high. So high in fact that
I ran into two bullies who stole my beloved Marill from me. They
told me to go and get the most beautiful Pokémon from the ocean so
they could win the grand prize from the contest.

___So here I was spending
my day trying to reel in different fish Pokémon on the beach, all
of which were not suitable for the contest. Time was bearing down
on me, so I grabbed hold of the only fish I could catch and ran
into town square. I didn't know what this Pokémon was, it was far
from beautiful and had odd mauve-colored skin. But I had no choice
and had to try.

___When I found the bullies
outside of the contest tent, I presented to them the only Pokémon I
could catch. To no surprise, they were enraged with my choice. As
punishment, they released my Marill forever into the ocean, and
then pushed me and the mauve Pokémon into the waves.

___The current took me out
deep into blue abyss. My arms thrashed against the surface of the
water, clinging to stay afloat so I could breathe. Eventually, my
arms gave out and I couldn't stay above the water. I took a deep
gulp of air and held my breath as long as I could. I was sinking
downwards, my limbs too tired to fight anymore.

___Just when I was starting
to give up hope, the mauve Pokémon showed itself to me. I heard the
words "Feebas" come from it's pink lips. That's when I realized
what Pokémon it was, as my air was slowly escaping me. I tried my
best to give a sympathetic look to the fish so it would understand
I was sorry I tried to give it to the two bullies. It seemed to
understand my apology as it suddenly glowed a bright white
light.

___I looked on in shock.
There was now a Milotic there with sky blue hair-like fins and a
yellow tail. This was no ordinary Milotic either. A white ball of
aura left from the Pokémon and collided with my chest. Energy
flowed through me and I felt myself change. When I opened my eyes,
the Milotic was gone. I could breathe again, and I felt free in the
water. Looking down, I realized I was no longer human. I was a
mermaid!

___I found Marill and
opened a small shop on the beach after that, every day silently
thanking the beautiful Feebas and Milotic that saved my life.

___I inhaled deeply with my
eyes tightly closed. It was a morning ritual for me, something to
calm my nerves within myself which were acting like a livewire
today. Usually a sign that something might happen today and so far,
those instincts have never been wrong. I slowly opened my eyes to
stare at the hard ingrain of wood on the front door, noting the
small details of how much time was put into it and making it look
beautiful. It was times like these, when I could appreciate the
finer details that not many see, that I thank the lucky stars for
blessing me with such powerful senses and powers. I flexed my left
hand, feeling the muscles tighten and move underneath my skin
marked with old cuts and scars from previous battles in my life. I
could feel my incredible strength in just one little movement, and
suddenly the beautiful door in front of me became so much more
fragile. I took another breath and finally opened the door, swiftly
walking out and shutting it behind me.

___My name is Dakota, but
everyone in this small western town has grown fond of the nickname
"Kota" so I address myself as such to strangers. I don't remember
much about human histories, but one day a nuclear war broke out
among humans and destroyed the planet. Most green lands were burnt
to nothing, humans were nearly wiped out completely, animal life
was scarce, and radiation covered the lands for eons. Throughout
time, peace settled on what was left of the earth, turning it into
a large mostly desert wasteland. Animals and humans evolved into
something different, we all still looked like humans but plenty of
us got special powers or traits that made us different. Most people
were what we call Shifters, able to transform ourselves into an
animal that was put into our DNA from the energy around us. Another
type of common person out there are called Chanters. They have a
special ability to use the energy around them and use magic, which
still hasn't been explored to its full potential even today. Or
there's Vanishers, they can teleport certain distances, hide in
shadows, and with enough skill and discipline they can read the
minds of other people. There are many different breeds out there,
some that are still mysteries with incredible and possibly
dangerous powers.

___But peace mostly reigns
throughout the land. Scattered across the desert world are towns
that thrive with people working together as communities. Most
people are born into the town and usually die without ever leaving
the town. There are rumors and stories that claim the desert is
dangerous, full of creatures and outlaws that were cast aside from
their towns for doing evil deeds. The reason why people believe
this so much is because outlaws visit other towns often, attempting
to steal money or force their new lives here. That's where I come
in. Towns appoint someone to be a Sheriff, and not just someone to
keep peace in the town and keep troublemakers in line. A Sheriff
has the duty to protect the entire town and its people, so they get
chosen for their strength and power, as well as their ability to
defend people. I'm a shifter, and most probably one of the most
powerful ones out there.

___After opening the door
from my home, I was nearly blinded by the sun reflecting off the
golden sand on the ground. My sharp eyes honed to accustom my
vision with the light, and I could see clearly. I lived among the
outskirts of the town, so I began trekking towards the center. I
wore my usual outfit of a brown leather jacket, tough denim jeans,
and boots to help easily walk in sand. I also sported a large gold
star pinned to the front of my jacket that read "Sheriff" on it,
something of a token to remind us all what humans were like and to
stray from their bad examples.

___As I neared the town,
people would smile politely and nod their heads in my direction, a
greeting of respect and thanks for what I do. Some of the children
would admire me, point and shout about the hero coming to save the
day. I was loved in the town, and I loved being loved. It came at a
hefty price but it was all worth it in the end. I made my way into
a saloon that was meant for the men to drink, the women to gossip,
and the children to play. I went directly into the men's corner,
many welcoming me despite the sex division in the building, and sat
at the bar in a position that allowed me to keep my eye out on the
rest of the customers for any signs of trouble. The bartender knew
me well and already had a drink of fizzy ice water ready for me,
something I enjoyed often. It was usually on the house as well,
another benefit for doing a dangerous job.

___Idle chatter filled the
room, some of it inaudible for me to sort out while some were far
too loud. I kept scanning the room every few minutes, seeing no
trouble whatsoever from the local townspeople. Passersby are the
ones I look out for and they rarely come in here, so it wasn't much
of a problem in this place. I finished my drink and after a few
more minutes of eavesdropping I got up to leave the bar, many
others sitting nearby nodding their heads in my direction as their
own silent 'thank you' to which I returned a nod to them on my way
out. I hovered in the shade of the building near the door as I
watched a group of kids playing, one side being the good guys and
the other side pretending to be bandits, even wearing bandanas
around their faces to hide their identity. I couldn't help but
smile at their game, remembering back to my past when I was once
doing the same. It was just a game to me, never did I think in my
lifetime would I become the sheriff but here I was, protecting the
town as a job and lifestyle.

___Suddenly coming from an
alleyway between the saloon and next-door general store were two
figures. I glanced out from the corner of my eye to see who the two
were before my gaze went back to the children. Again, I honed my
senses to listen to the two people who just emerged from the alley,
Jax and Louise. Louise was a gal I grew up with and we were fast
friends, she often took care of my little sister when the sitter
couldn't. She was attempting to flatten her shirt back into place
and style her hair up again hurriedly as if she were doing some
physical work. And since she was with Jax, I had no doubts of what
they were up to. Jax was also a shifter, and he had quite a heated
history with me. His father, the mayor, had already chosen him once
he grew up to be a sheriff when the time was right and the old one
was gone. But a test of strength came about and Lou nominated me to
also try it. At the time I was unwilling but I gave it a go and
outdid Jax in everything, including a versus battle. He was tough
and I barely made it out with my life, he didn't hold anything
back. Since then he's gone out of his way to sow his pure malice
towards me and constantly challenge my position to take it
over.

___Lou must not have seen
me since she quickly disappeared into the general store, the place
she was meant to be working at. Jax however sensed me right away
and strolled over to where I was. Once he was a few feet away, a
deep vibrating growl came from the center of my chest and passed my
bare teeth in a sign of warning that my animal thought he was too
close for comfort. It was a natural instinct that most of us had
and in return he growled right back, a challenging sound that said
he wasn't afraid of my warning. His attire was filthy and wrinkled,
also revealing what he was doing with Lou and it only made me growl
slightly louder.

___"Well, well, well, if it
isn't the sheriff. How ya doin'?" He said loudly, his words
slurring to indicate he was intoxicated. He also carried heavy
sarcasm and antagonism in his tone, something normal he did with
me. "Look at you, standing there like some self-righteous legend.
Sad to see this town has to hide behind a poor excuse of a reptile
as you."

___He knew that insulting
my animal was what really pushed my buttons and I had to keep in
composure, losing it in front of the public would give cause for
concern, especially the children. I continued to watch them without
looking in his direction, lest my temper get me into trouble with
him. "A legend you say? Huh, that's quite the compliment coming
from you, mutt. I'll be sure to add that to my mental list
of accomplishments, though it isn't much coming from the mayor's
drunken failure."

___I struck a nerve and his
face muscles contorting told me as such. I didn't understand why he
would constantly drink, he was much more ill-tempered and less of
challenge to fight against. "Hey!" Jax nearly snarled at me. "Hold
your tongue you deformed lizard. I will be sheriff one day,
and it'll be me that buries you ten feet under when the time
comes." His voice became more guttural as his form flickered, a
sign that he was having a hard time keeping his human-like
composure. At any moment he could flip a switch and become his
animal, putting some nearby people in danger if Jax lost himself to
his senses.

___I tried to think of some
way to calm him down, or to get him away from the citizens so he
couldn't hurt them. Swiftly, I took off on foot and ran past the
buildings into the open town square, a large empty area where
social gatherings were held but was thankfully mostly empty. As I
slowed to make sure Jax was following me (his thundering footsteps
were hard to miss) I turned when I was a good distance away from
any people and he barreled towards me on all fours, seeming more
animal than human at the moment. Defensively, I held up my hands
silently as a universal sign of 'I mean no harm' hoping it would
bring Jax back to understand he needed to stop.

___His pace didn't slow, so
at the last moment I could before he could ram into me, I jumped to
the side and out of the way. His weight put him at an advantage and
he stopped before he slid too far away from me. I stood with my
legs slightly apart, ready to jump again or shift as needed. Jax
roared, an angry and ferocious sound that made some of the
onlookers gasp or shriek, but I stood my ground with what I assumed
was a serious look plastered on my face and took a deep breath. He
jumped up into the air, several feet, and exploded into his coyote
form. His clothes shredded as his form grew, his skin sprouting a
warm brown color of fur, and I could hear the way his bones
crunched and shuffled against one another as he was suddenly forced
to walk on all fours. The transformation only took a few seconds
and when he landed back down, Jax was no longer human but a
full-fledged overgrown coyote. He was roughly the size of a horse,
maybe larger, and his once chocolate brown irises were gone to be
replaced with entirely yellow eyes, a black pupil in their center
that glared me down with pure hatred. To be fair, I didn't blame
his reasons, I just wished he had better control of his own temper
which is one thing that stopped him from being Sheriff.

___Jax was about to lunge
at me but stopped in a distracted manner which was very odd for a
shifted animal to pause their hunt. His ear cocked to the east and
his large head followed, nose pointing towards a main entrance of
the town which people usually came through. At first I couldn't see
anything yet and neither could the townsfolk since they too were
glancing around with confused expressions. Then I spotted what his
shifter eyes saw before my normal ones: three mysteriously-clothed
figures approaching the town at a jaunty stroll. Immediately I went
on the offensive and took a few steps towards where Jax's coyote
was. His body had turned towards what might be the larger danger
and I took a few extra steps to put myself in front of him, ready
to defend him if the newcomers attacked. He was still intoxicated
and the smell would be obvious on them if one was a shifter and it
would make him the first easiest target to dispose of. I wondered
if he also realized this since he didn't try to stop my advance at
being in front of him, which was literally the alpha stepping in
front of the lower ranking pack member. I didn't mean to put more
salt on his wounds but if it kept him safe then I would deal with
the angry criticism later.

___They finally entered the
town square and the wind was on my side to blow towards us from
their direction so I could scent them in. One was a shifter, his
animal a smell unfamiliar to me, and he was standing center with a
cocky expression on his face as he looked me up and down. I
straightened my spine proudly to show I wasn't backing down.
Another was I assumed a Chanter since he felt like he was
practically leaking magical energy, and it felt powerful enough
that I found it intimidating from a distance. The other I couldn't
make out by smell but it was a dense odor that almost made me
wrinkle my nose in disgust. The two of them stood on each side of
the cocky one in a formation that made him the obvious leader. I
also tried to figure out how they got here and if they rode on the
shifter then why he was concealing his animal enough that they
walked a good distance to the town. It could only mean they had
plans to do something vile in the town, and Jax seemed to think the
same with a low growl.

___I took initiative and
stepped forward a few steps, putting our distance of at least ten
yards between us. Jax followed behind me slowly and I suddenly
considered him extra backup that I wouldn't deny help with.
Finally, I called out. "Welcome strangers to Howl Fort. What is
your business in my town?" I enunciated to let them know I
was sort of in charge. I hoped to intimidate them.

___It didn't work.

___"Howdy." The middle one
called, his tone obviously not impressed. I felt an eye muscle
twitch at the way he sarcastically said it, and studied his
features. He wore normal jeans with a buttoned jacket, both were
sand-proof for desert storms. His hair a sunny blonde from what I
could tell by the few strands loosely poking out from his
old-fashioned cowboy hat. He was also large, so he either ate a lot
or carried heavy muscle and both ideas worried me. He had a finely
trimmed anchor combo on his face but there was some stubble peeking
through so he'd been traveling for a short time. But his smile kept
me in an irritated mood, I didn't like people who were overly
confident like him. "We're wondering if you could give us some
directions." He then smirked, and his two lackeys chuckled
darkly.

___Again, I had to suppress
my animal from breaking out. I was ready to shift and take these
guys out but for all I know they didn't mean any harm to the town.
"Where to? I'll escort you boys myself." It was obvious I didn't
trust them and I planned to follow their every move but I may as
well make it sound as polite as I can right?

___The cowboy stepped
forward. "Yeah, we're looking for the Sheriff of this town.
Supposedly undefeated, takes down every baddie that comes through
here, and is a real fright for anyone wanting to rob this place. So
when you see someone who looks like they could actually fit that
job description and isn't a tiny mutt, can you bring him here for
us? Thanks sweetface."

___I gritted my teeth at
the 'sweetface' comment but I had something bigger to worry about:
Jax was sprinting his way towards the three figures. He had jumped
over me and then took off at such a high speed I wouldn't believe
possible for a drunk. Just as he reached them, Jax opened his maw
and lunged at the cowboy, who deflected his attack with simply
putting his hands in the right spots. Jax was halted by the cowboy,
who used his hands to keep his jaws pried open without touching his
teeth, and then was flung away from the trio. Jax was just
tossed away easily to the side by a shifter in their human
form. My blood ran cold suddenly, and I was beginning to think I
was going to have a problem on my hands with these three.

___I spared one glance at
Jax as he was knocked out from the impact of the ground before I
took an offensive stance with my eyes glued to the cowboy. I
straightened my jacket, showing my badge clearly, and started to
growl. I decided to try a different approach and hopefully scare
them out of here so I wouldn't have to fight them, because I had a
strong feeling I would lose. "You're looking at her. Now get the
hell out of my town before I personally execute you myself!" I
nearly roared.

___It was a few seconds of
them staring at me before they all burst into laughter, thinking I
was a joke. Instantly my frozen blood boiled into a searing heat
that went through my body, and I could feel my skin shuddering, a
sign that my animal wanted to rip lose and take these guys out. I
had to suppress it, if I went with nothing but instincts on these
guys then I would surely lose. So I decided to let my true form be
shown. I crouched over, my hands hovering just above the sandy
ground to prepare for my transformation, and let out a deep
rumbling growl that vibrated my entire chest frame and slowly grew
louder. I could feel my entire form shifting, my arms and legs
extending, my spine being stretched out, my body growing in size,
my bones crunching softly. As I was forced onto my hands that grew
into clawed weapons, I let out a roar between my growling, a sound
to intimidate that my animal always made to intimidate but to hide
the pain I could feel between shifts. My shoulders expanded, and
the skin on my shoulder blades split open into clean slices, giant
bat-like wings sprouting out and filling the slices. My skin
rippled and scales popped out to cover me in a bullet-proof armor,
my mouth and nose jutting out to make a snout, and I could feel a
powerful tail sprouting from the lower end of my spine. In mere
seconds, I was turned into my true animal form: a dragon. My scales
were a deep emerald coloring like each one was a beautiful gem, I
was twice the size of Jax's coyote form, and my teeth were sharper
than any blade out there. My eyes focused back on the trio, eyes I
told were a rich blue like sapphires.

___They had stopped
laughing at me, taking me as a much more serious threat now. The
two on the sides looked scared now, but the middle one... The
cowboy didn't at all seem surprised and that only put more worry
into my mind. Most of the people I had taken out were shocked at my
dragon, obvious that my creature was not normal to everywhere else
that had been. The cowboy lost his cocky routine and sized me up
for a moment, before he smiled a true genuine smile that said he
was almost pleased to see a dragon. My senses were sharpened so
much that I could hear every person in the square breathing, so his
musings to himself were as if he spoke them right into my ear.
"Well, I suppose now we know why this town has been so defended..."
I bared my teeth and growled. Most animals could be understood
since they have their own unique tongue but I've been told then
when I speak it sounds like a different language entirely so I
usually refrain from speaking as a dragon. When it was clear I
wasn't going to say anything, the cowboy took a few steps forward,
and when he took a few more I snarled loudly and my teeth snapped
at the air in his direction until he finally stopped. There wasn't
an ounce of fear in his eyes, all I could see was the excitement
and hope. But his expression was one of confusion. "What, don't
tell me you actually care for this rundown dump?"

___My only response was
glancing around at the town, seeing all the people placing their
hope in me to keep them safe that I widened my stance on all fours
and spread my wings as far as they could reach and letting out an
ear-piercing roar that caused some of the nearby children to cover
their ears but they continued watching with awe. "I will protect
these people with my dying breath!" I growled out, knowing no one
would understand it but I hoped the message would come off
clear.

___The cowboy scoffed with
a smile on his face. "So be it, protect them. But I can guarantee
you that your last 'dying breath' will be with my hand!" He vowed,
suddenly running at me. Before I could register the shock of him
understanding my dragon words, he leaped at me from several feet
away. That's when he shifted in mid-air and tackled me into the
ground. I growled, using my tail to fling his larger and heavier
body off of mine a few yards away and got up on all fours, finally
getting a look at what he was.

___My heart stopped. His
orange scales, his long tail, his bright yellow eyes with pupils
like slits of a reptile. He was also a dragon, and slightly larger
than me. He gave me only a moment before charging me again. Like
with Jax, I jumped to the side to avoid the cowboy's attack and
twirled around to bite one of his wings. He roared in anger and
pain, his tail swinging back to knock my head off his wings and
push me away from him just as I did to him. I was pushed a few
yards, my claws digging into the ground to stop me from sliding too
far, when I looked up to see him suddenly charging me again.
He wasn't letting me up to have a chance and I cursed him for being
smart to be on such an offensive. I stood my ground and readied
myself when he lunged for my neck. I tilted my head, his teeth
barely missing me, and I instead clamped my jaws down on his neck
just below his jawline.

___I was surprised to taste
blood, and realized dragon scales were weak to dragon teeth and
claws. That just made this stranger my toughest challenge yet. He
roared again, flinging his neck to try and throw me off but I held
strong, whipping my grip around to throw him onto his back and
pinned his head against the ground as I attempted to choke him long
enough to make him pass out. My front claws where also pinned
against his neck to keep him down while my tail wagged furiously to
prevent any advanced from his trying to throw me off. His claws
were all free however and he used them to try and push me off, but
each time his claws missed or slid, his sharp scythes cut through
my scales and I could feel the warm blood trickle out onto the
ground. He growled angrily as I tried to keep him pinned down and I
repressed the urge to whimper at the pain his claws were causing. I
was distracted enough by it and his tail successfully pulled me off
of him, flinging me into a building that was mostly empty. I didn't
land on anyone but the people near me scattered into safer parts. I
moved back onto all fours and without looking in his direction
jumped back many yards to the center of the area. Sure enough,
moments after leaving my landing spot, he crashed into the same
area, his jaw open and prepared already. As I panted and tried to
brace myself for what would probably be another advance from him, I
studied him and noticed his neck had a huge gash of my teeth
marking it, each little hole trickling with dark purple blood,
something I was also not aware of about dragons.

___I wasn't fast enough
this time, panting from my mouth a sign I was growing tired fast
and losing energy. He tackled me down to the ground, pinning my
neck with his two front claws while his tail wrapped around mine to
pin it down as well. I struggled against him, using every bit of
energy I had to try and get away. His teeth bared at me, his maw
opening wide and preparing to clamp down on my neck. If he did, I
knew for a fact I would be done for.

___Time slowed before he
could bite me. I glanced around at the city folk, all of them
whispering to one another in panicked voices about what to do if I
lost, about where to go if the town fell, what would happen if the
strangers took over. They were all scared, and some of the children
were crying for me. They didn't want me to lose either. Then my
eyes caught on someone standing in the sun, away from the crowd and
closer to our battle than anyone else. She was small, around the
age of seven, and had beautiful naturally red hair that looked like
a beautiful fire in the sunshine. She was wearing a transparent
dress with flowers decorating the fabric, and she had her own
Sheriff star on her chest that was made from cardboard and paint.
Her magnificent brown eyes stared at me, with nothing but worry and
love as she watched me. I gave in and whimpered to the pain, my
struggling coming to a halt and I watched her. She wouldn't
understand me but I had to say something to her. "Forgive me, your
big sister has failed you. Go home, hide somewhere safe. Please." I
whimpered out, my dragon tongue being heard by all but understood
by none.

___Except one other. I
hadn't noticed but his attack was paused, his head already turned
in the same direction I was looking and staring at my little
sister. Aggression was no longer coming from his body, and he
seemed to contemplate what to do. But before I had a chance to
speak to him, he snapped back to his senses and his head lowered
towards my neck to take my life. But just before he was able to,
something happened. His claw slipped off my neck. It
instantly freed me, and I moved my head before he could get to me.
His jaws make a sickening cracking sound as they impacted the
ground, and I didn't give him time to even lift his head up. Our
bodies flipped and I had him pinned down with my choke hold already
on his neck. Surprise filled his eyes as he watched me but soon
enough his eyes closed and he lost consciousness. I slowly let go
of my grip on him and took a few shaky steps back. My arms and legs
were visibly weak, and I turned to the other two who came into the
town with the cowboy.

___They were angry, and
they were ready to take me on. But before they had a chance, Jax
seemed to wake up and barreled into them, pinning them both down. I
stood my ground, panting as a few Chanters came from the crowds
carrying handcuffs and rope. Once all three of them were secure,
the cowboy turning back into a human, I finally collapsed to my
side as I was unable to stand anymore. I was weak and still
bleeding. My vision was blurring and my sister came into view, and
she was gently stroking my snout. Dragon scales were as tough as
any metal or armor out there but I could feel the softness of her
skin and how gentle she was just petting me. It brought a toothy
smile to my dragon maw before I couldn't hold on any longer.

___Carefully, my dragon let
go and I turned back into my human form. Clothes were shredded once
a shift happens so the cowboy and I were completely naked but no
one seemed bothered by that. They were more disturbed at the claw
marks and dark blood splattered on both of us, except my sister who
just looked at me happily since I was still alive. The strangers
were taken away towards the jail we had in town by Jax proudly
carrying them in his dangerous jaws. It made me smile more and I
had to thank him for his help. That was my last thought before the
blackness swallowed me up and I went unconscious.

___Slowly I was brought
back to the light. I had no dreams, just swimming in a sea of
silent darkness. My vision was blurred so I blinked a few times
until I was brought back to reality. I was staring at a ceiling of
my wood cabin in my room, lying in my own bed. I flexed my body to
check out it felt, and I could feel almost no place being sore. My
neck hurt the worst and I had a massive headache, but otherwise I
seemed fine. The places on my body that were clawed up had been
patched with bandages, not needing stitches since some special
breeds can heal fast. Carefully I sat up and avoided upsetting any
of my muscles. They all groaned in protest but I wasn't much for
staying in one place for too long. I rest my back against the wall
and took in my room, seeing it was all normal except for a figure
standing in my doorway.

___My adorable little
redhead sister was standing there with a happy smile on her face
and a giant glass of water in her hands. I could see the
condensation inside and instantly I noticed how painfully dry my
throat was. She made her way over to me -avoiding all my crap on
the floor that I never bothered to pick up- and handed me the
glass. I held onto it with one hand and before I drank it I pat her
head softly in a silent thanks, afraid speaking would hurt my
throat. She smiled and watched me carefully as I drank the glass
empty, setting it on my bedside table before I scooted over and
easily lifted her with one hand to sit beside me. She curled into
me lovingly and I wrapped my arm around her. "Sorry Loka, I didn't
mean to scare you like that."

___She just nuzzled
silently into me and I took that as her way of accepting my
apology. She and I weren't alike in the least, but we got along
much better than any normal siblings growing up. My parents had
years ago to someone robbing the bank, and they killed the Sheriff.
they wanted to stand up for their town even though they were just
simple citizens. Once I learned of their deaths I vowed to stand up
for what was right in their name, and that's when the Mayor saw my
potential. I was an only child, and it was the first time I
protected the town that I met Loka. She was only a few years old,
probably too young to remember, and her mother was being held
hostage against me as he wanted to steal some things. I wasn't
allowing it and in my attempt to stop him, he shot her anyways in
the process. She gave me her baby girl to hold onto with her dying
wish be that I protect her. I promised her I would and took her in.
She grew up thinking of me as a big sister, or so I assumed. She's
a mute, so with her I had to guess on everything.

___After a quiet while of
hugging she got up and left me to rest. I spent a few more hours
resting before I couldn't stand being in my room any longer. I was
rested and mostly healed now, just bruises and sore muscles. I took
Loka and we went to the general store, getting some celebratory ice
cream. The store clerk was kind, thanking me by not charging me a
penny and giving Loka extra scoops. Once we were out for a little
while, I sent her home and headed towards the jail to finish my
work. As I neared the door, I noticed Jax was sitting on a bench
leaning against the building. I stopped and nodded my head at
him.

___"Jax, I want to thank
you for your help. If it wasn't for you, I probably wouldn't have
been able to continue, I would have died and so would many of other
innocents living here."

___He cut me off before I
could say anything more by lifting a hand with his palm facing me.
I stayed patiently silent as he seemed to compose his thoughts.
"You were a true hero. You took down someone who you've never faced
before, someone who might be more experienced than you. I'm not cut
out a hero, I know that. But if I can do something to help the town
then I will."

___I was shocked to hear
all of this coming from him but I nodded. "I'm glad to hear that of
you. And your bravery gave me an idea. I'm going to speak to your
father about having you as backup. We can leave the real dangers to
me but a little backup never hurt, especially if I'm out for
several days after a battle. But do me a favor first, and cut back
on drinking. We'll need you in top condition."

___He just nodded,
attempting to keep his tough composure but I would see the sides of
his lips twitching to fight a smile and a gleam in his eyes that
gave him hope. I smiled back before heading inside. The building
was simple apart from a few doors, just a large room with several
jail cells along a wall, each under a powerful spell made from
Chanter magic so no breed could escape and nullified any powers.
One of the cells was semi-crowded with the three from a few days
ago. The chanter, cowboy leader, and now I could determine the
third one was a Summoner. He had the power to capture any wild
animal, tame it and train it, banish it to a personal dimension,
and then summon it to this world to do his bidding. This was a
powerful team and I knew I was incredibly lucky to survive these
three. The two were sleeping, but cowboy was awake and alert,
catching his eyes with mine and giving me his cocky smile. I kept a
composure and glared at him but inside I was dumbfounded at how
calm he was since he was practically on death row.

___The warden was the only
one who ran the building but he was special. I haven't heard of
Nullers being common so I assumed they were rare and was thankful
to have one. Their magic was able to cancel anything from any breed
as well as enchant any item to do the same thing, to which he did
the bars of the jail and any handcuffs they wore. Nullers were
almost invincible; Caster magic couldn't affect them, Shifters
couldn't shift within a few feet radius of them, Summoner's pets
couldn't hurt them. It was amazing and I respected them. Roulus
smiled at me warmly. "Good to see you're feeling better Kota."

___I smiled and nodded
back. "Believe me, I'm just as happy as you are." I took a set of
keys off the wall and on my way to the cell I paused. "Hey Roulus,
could you give me some privacy? I actually have a few questions I
would like answered with these three. And don't worry, I'll be
fine. You've got them cuffed."

___He complied and took a
pack of cigarettes with him as he went out to the bench, Jax
already gone. I shut the front door and quietly locked the door
before going over to the cell. As soon as I unlocked it, it was
like energy escaping the room and leaving it normal, anyone able to
use their powers again. Thankfully, these three were on high alert
and not only had the cell to protect us but the cuffs binding their
hands behind their back were also stopping their power. Roughly, I
grabbed cowboy by the front of the shirt and brought him nose to
nose with me. "Come on, cowboy. We need to have a little chat."

___Before his smirk could
say anything I dragged him with me, his feet stumbling since they
must have been asleep from the lack of movement for so long. But he
followed me, into one of the doors. It was empty except for a few
chairs and I sat him in one, doing extra protection by using the
keys to lock the door we were in. A rush of energy filled the place
and it felt like a small weight on my shoulders, suddenly blocking
my energy and any sound from leaving the room. He and I growled
quietly, something our animals did since they were being forcibly
repressed. I sat down the chair opposite him and glared at him.

___I was spending my time
composing what I wanted to say. I was conflicted on what to do, and
I must have taken to long since he spoke up before I did. "So, are
you going to kill me or what?" I looked up at him, silent and not
indicating anything. When I didn't answer, he kept on going.
"That's what I heard happens to any troublemakers passing through
here. They get caught and never return. So, are you going to do it
or make me suffer in that smelly cell more?"

___I narrowed my gaze to
the floor, thinking quietly again. "I actually wasn't considering
it." I admitted quietly. He didn't have any cockiness on his face,
but one of suspicion. He waited for me to continue. "I'm not a fan
of killing someone who still has a conscience in their heart.
Someone who still has some innocence to their minds."

___Now it was his turn to
look away, somewhat angrily. "I have no idea what you're talking
about. I came here to put an end to your reign and take what riches
were hidden here. I was also planning on disposing of those two in
the cell so I could keep it all for myself. Perhaps take a few
women and claim them as mine to try and spread more dragons
around."

___I wanted to ask him more
but I thought better of it. I had something else I needed to know.
"If you're not as pure as you say then you are... Then why did you
spare my life?" There it was, something he and I only knew. Jax was
right when he said this was a more experienced fighter, enough so
that he could have ended my life easily. The only reason he had
trouble against me is because he underestimated me. But once he
knew my skills he had an upper hand and the advantage.

___His face confirmed it
when he looked at me, eyes thinning into fiery slivers. "Stop your
foolishness, I did no such thing!" He probably would have snarled
at me had his animalistic needs not been locked up.

___"Stop your lies!" I
retaliated. "We both know you could have killed me with no
problems. Dragons don't slip from a death grip on their
prey, and a dragon with the intent to kill wouldn't be so
distracted to look around their surroundings unless they were
unwilling. Tell me, why did you do it? Why spare me?" He was
silent, avoiding my gaze. I couldn't help my emotions, I was
feeling conflicted what to do with him now. His silence angered me
and I got up to smack his cheek. This time he growled on his own
accord, most probably from the suddenness and pain, and turned his
head back to look at me with a red mark on his cheek. "Tell me!" I
exclaimed as I stood over him threateningly.

___He stared at me for a
while, looking at my face and my eyes. He seemed to be searching
for something before he calmly answered, his voice defeated. "My
name is Rust. You do not fight like a true dragon would. But you
have skill on the ground like no others. Yes, you see through me
Sheriff. It's not my wish to kill and steal from the innocent. But
you're lucky, you have no idea how vile and cruel the world is out
there. That's the only way to live for an outcast, so it's either
that or die." I wanted to stop him and ask why but he kept going
before I could question it. "So just do us a favor and kill me, you
can keep your Sheriff job and living a happy life with your
sibling. I can see your hesitation so you need to do it."

___I debated again,
standing over Rust as my thoughts raced. If I killed him then I
wasn't any better than some of the people out there. In a snap
decision, I moved behind him and unlocked the cuffs. They clanged
to the floor noisily and he was free. Surprised, he froze in place
but slowly raised his arms to rub his wrists. He looked at me. "You
can lose your position for this. You could get killed for freeing
someone, and they will know you did."

___That's when I gave him a
bittersweet smile. "I save the innocent, I don't butcher them. I
don't have it in my heart to hurt someone who can't bring himself
to hurt others." I tossed the keys at him and turned away, facing a
wall and studying the patterns as I once did with my door before
this mess started. "Free your friends and get out of here. Just do
me a favor and leave quietly." For some reason, I trusted he
wouldn't hurt anyone.

___The lock clicked open on
the door, and a rush of energy came back to my body, like a weight
being lifted off my shoulders and I felt powerful again. I could
her him pause at the door before I heard him partially shifting and
I knew what would happen next. "Sorry." Rust spoke softly. Then
there was a sudden sharp pain to the back of my head, his tail I
assumed, and I went lights out again, collapsing to the floor and
swimming in the darkness again.

___I didn't dream very
much, but this time I did. I found myself running through the
desert as a dragon in the middle of the night, a vast ocean of
sand. I didn't know where I was running to, but as I looked back I
could see myself leaving the town behind. It weighed heavy on my
mind, but it was something I needed to let go.

___I woke up slowly, trying
to shake off my anxious emotions from the dream. But they swiftly
returned since I found myself in an unfamiliar place. I was boxed
in, a small area that didn't smell pleasant, and the only way out
was through a locked door made of bars. I was in one of the
cells. I quickly stood up, my head throbbing in protest but my
fear overriding any pain I felt. I looked out a window and saw a
crowd of people standing outside. It was nighttime but I could see
how angry everyone was. They were yelling at the building, and I
could guess why.

___"It's hard to believe."
A voice suddenly said behind me. I whipped around, startled, and
saw Jax was standing near my cell outside it. How I missed him
earlier was a bad sign that I was slowly starting to panic. His
arms were crossed and he was staring at me with curiosity instead
of anger.

___"You. Hard to believe.
You have never once failed to protect this place. You've had a few
close calls, but never has anyone done the town much harm or gotten
away." He glanced out the window and I did the same.

___A sadness washed over
me. Was I wrong in my assumptions then? Did they actually rob the
place and kill the innocent after all? Were many people hurt? Was
my little sister okay? "Did they... Hurt anyone?" I had to
know.

___I felt relief that Jax
shook his head. "No, they escaped the jail and fled. But Roulus saw
them leave and I gave chase until their scents disappeared." I
nodded. "No one could have escaped this jail. Not the cell, not the
room, not their cuffs. Yet they escaped all three and we find you
knocked out from a simple hit to the head." He shut his eyes and
huffed. "So that's why I said hard to believe. So everyone assumed
you let them go, and the way you aren't fighting I would guess it's
true. So... Why?"

___I felt an odd wave of
deja vu at his questioning since hours ago I was asking the same
word to Rust. "I should have died out there to his hand. He was a
better fighter than me. But he had heart and couldn't bare to do
it. Then I couldn't do the same to him, he was an innocent like
us." My head dropped in defeat. I was destined to die out there, so
maybe it was fate I should die.

___The lock clicked open
loudly and I jumped back with a start. A wave of energy rushed over
me as I had control of my dragon again. But I dare not use it. Jax
opened the door and he placed a hand on the small of my back,
leading me to the front door of the waiting mob. My heart started
pounding loudly and I followed obediently. "Relax" He whispered
before opening the door. Suddenly the voices grew louder, and they
started coming towards me. I stood my ground and accepted defeat
but Jax let out a loud snarl that stopped everyone in their tracks
and quieted them quickly. "People of Howl Fort, hear me out. What
you have suspected is true, Dakota is guilty of letting the
prisoners on death row go free." His voice boomed loudly for all to
hear. At my admittance, they started to speak again but he silenced
them. "This punishment for such a crime is death, however... As
your newly appointed Sheriff, I am choosing to banish Kota as an
outcast. She has served this town for many years, protected it's
people against many dangers, and done everything she can to keep
everyone living. As such, she should not be sentenced to death for
her years of service." The crowd murmured, most agreeing with him.
He turned to face me, removing his hand as a sign of trust. "She
will have one hour to gather her things and say goodbye before she
must leave." With a nod of respect towards me and an honored shake
of my hand, he turned and walked away. The rest of the crowd did as
well except for two people.

___Louise ran up to me with
tears in her eyes and hugged me tightly. She was trying not to sob
and I looked her in the eyes. "Lou, please take good care of Loka
for me." Lou agreed and started to get things ready for Lou in her
house. I looked back towards where the crowd was and saw my sister
there. She looked at me sadly and I moved next to her, picking her
up and throwing her onto my back as we headed back home. She had
tears in her eyes and didn't attempt to communicate anything with
me. When we walked in the doors, I set her down. "Go get your
things ready, you'll be living with Aunt Louise from now on." She
nodded, trying to hide her tears as she turned away quickly to go
pack her things. I went into my room and shut the door, sitting on
my bed for a few minutes to collect my thoughts.

___I didn't know what I was
going to do. I had no idea what the outside world was like, and it
frightened me. But if I had any hope of finding a way to redeem
myself so I could stay with Loka then I would look for it. Minutes
passed and all I had to my name was a backpack with survival
supplies and a few change of clothes. I carried the Sheriff star in
my hand as I left my bedroom. Loka was there, already packed and
waiting for me. I dropped my things and fell to me knees as she ran
to me and hugged around me tightly. I wrapped my arms around her
protectively and whispered into her ear. "I'm sorry Loka. Please
take good care of yourself. Send me some mail some time. I love
you."

___She pulled away and
pointed once at her eye, once at her chest, then once at me. I
smiled, now fighting off tears, and picked all of our things up.
Walking out the door I discovered Jax standing close by, a way to
reassure the townsfolk I would leave quietly. He and I nodded to
each other as we all walked a few blocks toward Lou's house. She
was already outside, rushing down the steps to come and hug me once
more before collecting Loka's things. I waved to her silently
before turning towards the same entrance Rust came in. Jax followed
me until the outskirts and we both stopped.

___I turned to him and
pinned the Sheriff star onto his shirt. "Take good care of this
place for me." I said quietly. "Look out for Loka, and Lou."

___He nodded. "With my
life." He rested his hand on my shoulder for a moment before
turning back to the town.

___Without another word or
another look back, I turned to look at the desert. It was like my
dream. A sea of vast sandy waves with the unknown out there. I took
a deep breath, the tears finally rolling down my cheeks. I striped
until I was completely naked and let my dragon out, turning into
the ferocious animal. Hooking my pack onto a scale, I darted off.
Racing through the desert at night, sand blowing in the wind
against my scales, leaving my town, my home, my life behind me.

"Camping"
An example writing piece by MetalHeadKendra - Meant to be shown as
a roleplaying example
[Self Rating: Safe]

She couldn't contain herself, the excitement and emotions were
bubbling just under her skin, threatening to cause her legs and
body to dance a jovial frolic. Had it not been for the small seat
belt safely strapped across her torso and waist, she might very
well start dancing to some capriccio her mind had painted with her
elation. Her eyes scoured every inch they passed by so she dare not
miss a single thing and detail. The green pine needles of each limb
on the tallest and shortest trees. The large boulders scattered on
the ground along with pebbles and various rock formations that had
fallen from the mountain tops. The flowing, clear water of the
creek as it cascaded over underwater debris and how it glistened in
the blinding sunlight. They called it the evergreen state for a
reason. The only reminder of humans ever existing in this part of
the world were the occasional forest scars, large areas devoid of
greenery. The ground a soft dirt brown mixed with some gray of
leftover ashes from what was left of the trees nearby, now
blackened sticks barely sticking a few feet up towards the sky,
with many already collapsed on the dead earth. Despite her mournful
emotions and silent homage-paying, her ebullient emotions brought
the grin back to her lips as she continued staring out the
window.

Just her and her mother for a weekend, camping in the wilderness.
Ever since she was just a baby, Sasha had been camping nearly every
year possible, and mostly in the same forest. There were three
types of campers. Those who take their fifth-wheel campers with
televisions and fireplaces to RV parks. Those who camp in tents or
smaller campers in forest-dwelling campgrounds created by the
forest service. Or those like Sasha and her mother, well-seasoned
campers who roughed it in the higher parts of the forest near
mountain-tops. Colder temperatures, freezing nights, isolated, and
well-known wildlife territory. Sasha had never seen a bear or
cougar in the campsite area before, they avoided humans unless food
was left out overnight, but she heard tales of how her mother had
seen them once or twice on the mountain. Out of her twenty-four
years of isolated camping, never did she worry about possible
dangerous animals. The worse she'd seen was an oddly tamed deer
that couldn't stop rubbing his antlers on their legs to get rid of
his velvet, and she couldn't resist naming him "Bucky" for their
short time together.

Despite going to a forest in the same state they reside in it still
took several hours to get to their special camp spot. After pulling
into the makeshift driveway made only of dirt, opening the door
made the cramp in Sasha's legs worth the pain. The smell of
outdoors flooded the car, and while she inhaled the special scent
through her nostrils, she could hear her mother doing the same
thing. Trees, fishy water, fresh humid air, and the very faint
biting chill of winter from the snow covering the mountaintops
nearby. There was a constant crashing of waves as the creek flowed
endlessly, unseen from their site but only a short walking distance
away. The insects free-floated through the air without a care as
birds were gliding high above the treetops, while other bugs were
doing their slow crawl along the ground as squirrels and chipmunks
scoured the earth. There was a lone garter snake on a boulder near
the site, basking in the sunlight to warm it's cold-blooded body.
There were none to be seen, but there had been track marks in the
powdery dirt of deer, wolves, and something Sasha couldn't make
out. After asking her mother, she identified it to being the
pawprint of a skunk.

They took several hours setting up camp. They were experts and got
their tent up in record time and set it up with air mattresses and
heavy-duty sleeping bags, followed by a makeshift kitchen using
fold-up tables and a small two burner propane stove, then getting
to the best part of camping: the campfire. The sun was already
disappearing from their view and painting the sky a beautiful
canvas with shades of red and pink. They began their fire in the
ring of rocks and brought their chairs close. Despite the constant
fires that happen around this time of year, the two knew how to
contain a fire and keep it safe. It was small with only a few logs
burning at a time, but it was enough to keep them warm and
entertained, there was no reason to make it bigger. The flames
danced their brilliant hues of orange around the logs, licking the
air and sending foggy gray smoke towards the sky, aimed wherever
the wind directed it to go. When the fire chewed through enough of
the log, air trapped within the wood would cause a quiet popping
noise to emit sparks that would float in the smoke for a distance
and burn out into little black flecks. The embers underneath the
logs and flames were charred black with beautiful cracked, glowing
lines of revolving sunset colors, like eggs of fire that still had
some life in them. There was something truly hypnotizing about
watching a campfire and often times had better entertainment than
what you might find on any screen. It brings out the best in
people, making them better story-tellers, giving them peace of mind
while sitting in comfortable silence, or just something to look at
while you let our heart out and speak what's been on your mind
lately. Nothing could bond two people closer than that of a warm
campfire, surrounded by wilderness.

Night fell around them after their meal and campfire songs. Nothing
could be seen in the pitch black darkness of the world except what
the campfire shone it's light on, Sasha, her mother, and their tent
set up a small, safe distance away from the fire. Leaning back in
her chair and looking up at the sky, covering her face from the
light of the flames, she could see the beautiful stars. There were
the usual stars one could see in a well-lit city or town, but there
were billions of smaller, duller stars that seemed much further
away than others. They couldn't be seen except special places such
as this. A bright light quickly shot across the sky from treetop to
treetop, and Sasha smiled quietly. She didn't wish upon the
shooting star, and instead looked down at her mother who smiled
right back at her.

> I notice a user lent their Ditto out to another user (with a
written agreement to bring it back to the OT).

> Said other user puts the Ditto up in the auction house.

> I snipe that auction at the last minute with 3.5 Million
PD.

> I go back to the user and demand I get my PD back for Pokemon
theft or I would take it up with a mod.

> User complies, claims it was an accident, and gives me most of
my PD back (Minus 300k thanks to the fricking taxes) and I give
Ditto back to the OT.

> I has a sooper happeh vibe nao~

(This status got over 40 hearts and comments saying what a
Pokehero I was.)

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BF: *Sends me
a random image at 2:30 in the morning*Me: Babe, what are you doing awake?BF: Crying.Me: What, why?!BF: Because I thought about how lucky and happy I am to have
you in my life, then I wanted to cuddle and got sad, then I woke up
and realized I couldn't hug you so I got extra sad.

This is my life currently. Both feeling completely loved in the
middle of the night, while simultaneously feeling frustrated that
my boyfriend has insomnia because he needs nighttime
hugs.

Oh wow. I was totally
not expecting to win the banner contest. Thank you to everyone who
gave me feedback.

And before anyone asks, nope, I am not going to use my own banner
XD
It's too weird to see something I made on a website every time I
get log on. So I'll definitely be using the other winner's
banners~

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I made a lazy dish of
boxed pasta with some pre-made sauce in a jar. Ten minutes of
boiling later, GREEN PASTA.

I took a pic and sent it to my Mom saying "What did I do wrong?!"
She called me immediately and could not for the life of her figure
out what happened.

Mom: "Don't eat it..."Me: "But I already ate it."Mom: "YOU ATE IT?!"

After five minutes of guessing and red herrings, I said: "Oh, wait,
maybe it was that blue food coloring I put in it..."

Here's a fun
question:Have you ever wound up liking a disliked Pokemon by
accident?

My story: Hariyama
The first shiny Pokemon I ever got was in Pokemon Emerald (full
odds), and it just so happened to be a Pokemon I thought was
hideously designed. But I still took the Pokemon in, proud to catch
my first shiny. After using it in battle, I grew to love the
Pokemon and still use it in battles to this day~

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Jesus, I leave this
site for one second to spend time with the new boyfriend and more
drama crap happens?

Friend: Glad
to see you're in a good mood.Me: Yeah, no idea why either.Friend: Sounds exciting.Me: Sure, if you like random bursts of emotion.Friend: It happens to the best and worst of us.Me: Or it could be my bipolar kicking in, which if it stays
positive like this then I can deal with that.Friend: Haha, you need chocolate.

> Last night, I get a message my phone service bill is due
(means after midnight I won't have any service).
> Let people know I won't have a phone.
> Today decide to wake up early to make a phone call about
getting food stamps.
> Realizes that I can't make phone calls without service.
> Duh.

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> Birthday is
soon
> Gets e-mails for coupons and discounts at various stores
> Realizes they are just trying to make me spend money instead
of actually giving me something
> Insert sad face

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"Ouch. I hate that
YouTuber as much as the next guy, but that was a harsh
comment."

Just because you don't like someone, it doesn't give you the right
to bully them. Be the bigger person and just ignore them, cut them
from your life. Walk away with a smile that you are stronger than
the person who couldn't hold their tongue.

Ohh my goodness. I
got a Wendy's commercial on YouTube for their spicy nuggets, flames
in the background. I just barely caught the disclaimer text at the
bottom that says "flames do not come with nuggets"

Good job Wendy's. Makes me love you a little more.

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Error: i uh, don't
have a phone and using the house phone is just incredibly horrible
for me, like i hate it

Kendra: I can understand that >w<

Error: like, using any phone just makes me want to curl up and not
speak to anyone for the rest of the day

Kendra: I guess you better not get a deskjob in the future then
;w;

Error: definitely not planning on it. I hate speaking to people in
general, honestly

Kendra: Hm. You should look into a career path of...
A librarian XD 'Cuz no one is allowed to talk in a library

#Error2019

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Me chatting with a
non-PH friend.

Me: Wow, I have a lot of orders to get to this morning.
Him: *Shrugs* Well duh, people like art.
Me: *Grimaces* It's not art. It's simple pixel reformation, anyone
can do it.
Him: And Picasso was just simple paint rearranging on a canvas,
it's art if someone likes it.
Me: *Playfully gives the one-finger salute* Shut up...

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I wish I had a vegan
friend to tease.

"Hey, I just ate a salad, it was pretty good."
"Oh, I'm so proud of you! Just don't eat meat!"
"It had bacon bits in it >:D"

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*Opens 3 boxes in a
row*
*Gets 3 berries in a row*
:'3 This is fine...

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> Went to the
river with step-nieces and nephew
> Youngest plays in the mud while we play in the river
> She starts asking what's on her foot, so we go check
> She has a tiny leech on her foot
> Did not know leeches were even in Washington, that's
interesting to know

Before anyone asks, she's fine. I know plenty about leeches (thanks
YouTube) and got it off her with no problem thanks to a wet wipe.
Got the slightly alcohol tinted wipe juice into it's mouth which
made it let go. If you find a leech on you, don't be afraid
because they won't hurt you. At all! Actually, they used to be used
in medicine long ago. All they do is suck your blood until they're
full and let go. Don't pull them off, or their metal teeth will get
stuck and cause heavier bleeding. Just scrape them off. If you want
to avoid the possibility of leeches, just stay out of mud, that's
where they hang out.
(I've had to say this five times today, but...) Leeches aren't
dangerous. XD

To you who bullies and sends such childish messages, I dare you to
come forth. Since you hide behind such anonymity like the
unintelligent cowards you are, I dare you to show yourselves and
let your ugliness be shown to the world. Pathetic, worthless, scum
like you don't deserve to call yourselves human beings.

AmberLikeEmber, I know you said you don't want people posting this,
but I'm not afraid to stand up for those who deserve help. (I find
the idiots and cancer of the internet more funny than hurtful)

Anyone else receiving these messages, REPORT THEM IMMEDIATELY and
contact an online mod immediately.
Just because they say "anonymous" doesn't mean they are. They are
easily tracked back to the account and IP that sent them. So that
user is NOT anonymous at all. REPORT IT if you see it.

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Error:
"Currently I'm helping someone on another site with coding for a
trading thread. Which I find quite fun"Kendra: "I do like coding too. There's something soothing
about it. Make it FABULOUS! XD"Error: "I've finished with it, it's very simple but they
said they'd prefer a simpler style so... XD"Kendra: "Tell them you don't make posts like a basic...
Uhm.... Female dog..."

PG Swearing with #Error2019

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I'm not someone who
believes in soul mates, or love at first site.
Still don't.
Didn't think it was possible to fall for someone in less than five
days.
But I was proved wrong on that one.
I fell for someone that quickly. We fell for each other hard.
It was like flying for the first time without wings.
A constant smile on your face, and you find yourself thinking about
them when they're gone.
Like a beacon of light in the darkest depths of caves.
But when things take a turn and suddenly your wings burn to
ash...
...You crash back down to earth hard.
Like the way a meteorite strikes a planet, love makes a deep cut on
your heart.

Be careful for those of you who've never been in love, or currently
are.
Love is the best feelings there is.
But it's also one of the most excruciating.

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Rant incoming:
Nintendo, this is going too far.
Just because your music is on YouTube does NOT mean that you need
to claim it for yourself and get a few extra cents. You are one on
the top of the gaming industry and make plenty of money.
STOP RUINING LIVES.
People who come to sites like this or other game-based sites to
forget their depression and have fun? Don't ruin it.
People who go to YouTube to listen to your amazing soundtracks to
forget the hate of human life around them? Don't ruin it.
People who have loved your games since childhood and inspire to
make a game based around one of your series? DON'T RUIN IT.

Sorry for the rant. Nintendo took down my favorite music
compilations on YouTube and I'm getting sick of seeing them destroy
things in an attempt for more money.

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#CreepsPeeps

This is more scary since it was a dumb idea and I could have
died.

I used to do swing shift for a job and got off work at 11pm. Me and
my co-worker closed the business for the weekend and started to
leave our separate ways (I walked). As I was leaving the end of the
building, I heard ice shuffling and stopped to see two kids
suddenly running behind the building. I stopped and wondered if I
should just ignore them or stop them from possibly doing something
bad to my workplace, and decided to confront them. I had pepper
spray and a pocket knife with me just in case. I walked towards
where I saw them run and heard whispering so I turned on my bright
flashlight and yelled "HEY! What are you kids doing here?!" I tried
to put on a brave front and hoped they would run away scared.

(Continued in comments.)

They didn't. And they weren't kids. They were big, burly guys older
than me. And there were actually three of them. But if I ran away,
it might end badly. So I kept my brave bravado and approached them,
yelling at them. "What the [bleep] do you guys think you're doing
here!?" One of them laughed and stupidly just said "Nuthin'." The
pocket knife sheathe was digging into my hands because I was so
flipping scared, so I got about ten feet away from them and held
the flashlight up...

And I figured out who the guys were. I live in a small town so I
knew them all from high school, one of them I graduated with and
two of them WORK AT THE SAME PLACE I DO. I just about passed out
from relief to find out they were good guys. They had drank a
little too much and were just out for a night on the town. The next
day, the one that laughed said "I just want you to know, you have
some serious [bleep]" So that's how I learned ignore strange people
and got an awesome reputation at work.

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Woah, Rank 33! Thanks
for the votes everyone <3
Even though it was terrible

Before
you turn your nose up at all the rumors you hear about furries,
stop, open your mind, and listen. Furries are not the sexually
driven freaks you believe them to be. Being a furry is a basic
principle of having an animal / creature character, or a fursona.
Most of the time it represents that person on the internet, some
people are braver and decide to create costumes (or fursuits) and
travel to cons to meet other supportive people. It's better to
think of the community like a LGBTA community, just with animal
characteristics. Most of the people I've met who are furries were
just normal people that liked to interact with others as if their
character was an animal. To us, it's much more interesting to have
a response of ears lowering or tails wagging. That being said, yes,
you will see the "furverts" out there, but to be fair you see
sexually-driven people everywhere in the world. You just
don't notice the human things since furries are "different" and
that's hard for humanity to accept.
Anyways, onto the purpose of me, I myself am a shapeshifter. It
means I can change into whatever I or another desires. But I still
have a base form that I normally stay as to not confuse others. For
me currently, it's Krystle the Manokit. (Manokits are a made-up
species combining sharks and kitsunes.) I thoroughly enjoy becoming
whatever the other person desires when interacting with them
because, not only does it put them in a happy smiling mood, but it
give them a chance to live a dream they may never have in the real
world. Even if it's just pretend, it's fun for everyone involved
and allows them to escape from the harsh reality of their lives.
That's what being a furry is to me. Meeting supportive people,
having fun in silly animal-like ways, and doing my normail daily
goal; Making someone laugh.

★Bᴇɪɴɢᴀɴ"Oᴘᴘᴇsᴄᴇᴛᴀʀɪᴀɴ"★

A
"pescetarian" is someone who does not eat meat, but will eat fish
and seafood. An "oppescetarian" is a slang term used for someone
that eats other types of meat, but does not eat fish or seafood. I
have never liked the taste of fish or seafood out there, so I
usually try to avoid it. The only thing I've enjoyed from the
seafood side of things is calamari and fried clams but I can easily
go without eating them. I'm a person who enjoys the typical meats
of animals, along with a few uncommon ones. My favorite of all time
is elk, by far the best out there.
Don't get me wrong. I don't hate on vegans, you guys do as you
please. I would much rather not see animals harmed or suffering
either. But until you guys can solve world hunger, I will happily
eat all the beef, pork, chicken, and elk I can
get.

★Bᴇɪɴɢ"Bɪ-Sᴇxᴜᴀʟ"★

I'm sure
I don't need to explain this but being a bi-sexual means I am
attracted to both male and female genders. I won't get into the
whole gender debate, be what you want to be but I'm not putting in
effort to learn more than the basics. If you enjoy it, and your
partner enjoys it, then there's nothing wrong with it. It's how
love works and that's all that matters. I have previously had a
serious relationship with another woman before, and never once did
my mind think it felt wrong. At the time I only considered myself
bi-curious (which basically means I've never been with the same
gender and would like to try) but after just a few days, I knew I
could easily date both genders. While I personally love bigger
teddy bear guys, dating a BA tomboy is just as an appealing
thought. If you have questions or just need some advice if you're
confused about your sexuality, feel free to chat with me. I can
lend an ear, maybe some help on how to make yourself feel better
about it.

★MʏDᴀɴɢᴇʀᴏᴜsMᴏᴏᴅSᴡɪɴɢs★

UPDATE: 4/19/2020
This paragraph below was written when I had self-diagnosed myself
with having bipolar disorder.
As of this date, I believe I may actually have confused it when I
think it's either Borderline Personality Disorder OR a mix of
both.

Never have either of my parents been diagnosed by bipolar disorder
(a mental health condition that causes extreme mood swings), but
they show clear symptoms of having it. My mother has a strange
habit of falling into a depression larger than life when times in
her life are tough. It's known as hypomania. My father had wild
bursts of anger and it's usually caused by something so
insignificant that normally wouldn't be an issue. It's known as a
manic episode. These sudden bursts of emotion can't be helped and
just happen every so often. As such, my brother has the same
hypomania problem as my mother, but I got unlucky in the gene pool
to get both forms of their bipolar disorder. I have true / severe
bipolar disorder with multiple depressive and manic episodes a
year. Sometimes, the littlest thing will set me off and my anger or
irritability will spike. And depending on events that happen in the
world, I will go into a sad, depressive state for about a day. At
the beginning of 2019, I did have an unlucky streak of having a
"major depressive episode" where it became difficult to go through
day-to-day things. I stayed in bed, stopped going to work, had a
temporary bout of acute insomnia, didn't feel like doing anything,
and starting having some serious dark thoughts. This lasted for
about a month, and I wound up losing my job. That part was enough
to kick me into gear and to try to get my job back, but it didn't
happen. Still, the episode was over and I got back to my normal
self and began job searching to get back into the role of life. I
was finally smiling more often, getting together with friends, and
started spriting again.
My emotions are very unpredictable most of the time, and it used to
be that my depression would push my friends away, and my anger
would hurt my family. As of writing this, I know what my problems
are and see the signs when they're bound to happen, but that
doesn't mean I can stop them or from snapping at someone once in a
while. So, while I doubt this will happen, if I ever seem to burst
and lose my temper with someone, then please don't take it to
heart. I honestly don't mean what I say during those times and just
have to let things out. I'm much more happier as of now, but I
still get irritated or depressed from certain
things.

★ABᴀᴅCᴏᴍʙᴏᴏꜰUɴsᴏᴄɪᴀʙʟᴇᴀɴᴅIɴᴛʀᴏᴠᴇʀᴛᴇᴅ★

There
have been two classified types of people, introverts and
extroverts. Someone who is extroverted usually prefers to spend
their time around people, at social events, and outside. Introverts
are the opposite and like to stay indoors, despise social
gatherings, and preferably being alone except with close friends
and family. There is nothing wrong with either side of the spectrum
of where you fall in.
However, I have the odd category of being unsociable. Put in a
basic sentence, it just means I really don't like being social,
have a difficult time being or staying social, and it's regardless
of where it comes from. Some people here have learned this, but
when starting a conversation with me, I am one to quickly drop it
because I have a hard time with keeping it going. I don't have
topics to talk about with someone to keep a conversation going,
heck, I can't even grasp at an idea for one. So I'll just read the
replying message, and then continue to whatever I was previously
doing. This happens with everyone I know. Strangers, co-workers,
friends, family, everyone.
Put being an introvert and unsociable together, and you make
someone who lives a pretty lone wolf life. It's not that I don't
enjoy talking to people, usually only close friends and family. I
don't go out of my way to start conversations, and I usually drop
them if I can't think of a response or the topic isn't worth
talking about to begin with. So sorry to anyone who thinks I'm rude
because I don't respond. I just am not a talker. I can listen, but
I can't really reply. *Shrug*

★MʏNᴏᴛ-Sᴏ-GʀᴇᴀᴛAʙᴜsɪᴠᴇFᴀᴛʜᴇʀ★NOTICE:
My story is not a happy one and goes through my very difficult
life.
Please do not read this if you have a hard time with depressing
backstories, abusive parents, or divorce war
stories.

Let's date back the
beginnings of why this happened all the way before I was ten. Some
time before 2003, my parents were living together with me and my
little brother in a small country town. It was a K-12 school, with
maybe thirty kids in each grade. Very small town with not a lot to
do. My little brother and I were raised on video games and liked to
stay home to play them. But life wasn't great, our parents fought
with one another consistently. Fast forward to when I was ten, my
brother at eight, our parents separated and the divorced was
finalized when my father was caught with another woman.
A few months passed, he lived in an apartment in the same small
town, and it was close enough to make my mother flee to the city
about thirty miles away. We started a new school, and life turned
upside down for us. We were used to having thirty classmates in our
grades, and we jumped from thirty, to three hundred. The classes
were ahead of what we were learning previously, no one wanted to
make friends, and we met our first school bullies. It only took a
few weeks before I started begging my mother to not make me go to
school. I stayed home for a while before I was forced back, and
things started to just blur together to become routine. The bullies
stopped affecting me and we just continued on blindly. Video games
at home, and four days out of the month were our only saving grace.
Those four days were every other weekend we would spend at our
father's house. He'd bought the house we grew up in and was living
in it with our new step-mother. She wasn't kind but she wasn't
directly rude either. During those times, our father started to
bribe us without us knowing it. He would get us video games, candy,
treats, most of the things we wanted. As such, he worked his poison
into us that would slowly turn us against our mother, who was
trying her hardest to work minimum wage to pay for herself and two
children.
We lived for about a year in that apartment in the city. Then one
weekend, our mother told us we were going to the racetrack. At the
time, we had no idea there was such a thing nearby, but it was a
small-time racetrack that our mother insisted we go to. We did but
weren't highly interested, and when we were allowed into the pits
(behind the scenes with the racers) we met Tom, our mom's new
boyfriend. He was very intimidating and different from what we were
used to. He is the true beer-drinking, Nascar-loving hillbilly, who
was also a small-time racer. After that, we were dragged to the
races every other weekend. Fast forward half a year, and we were
moving another thirty miles away from our father, to live with Tom.
They hadn't married but we were moved into a new place with another
new school. It was the previous school over again, but we found
friends and weren't bullied as often.
About half a year passed and we had the strange offer of moving
back to the town we grew up in. Turned out that Tom wanted to be a
farmer and about ten miles from our hometown was an opening. We had
our spirits back up as we would get to see our friends, and our
father more often; he was the school janitor. Things were turning
up great, but my father started planting the idea of running away
in my head. I attempted it once after school but was quickly caught
by my mother and taken home where I was punished for a long time.
That only made me retaliate more against her.
We lived on the farm property for about a year before things were
falling apart. My mother was not getting along with Tom based on
the way he wanted to raise us. After arguing and fighting, she
finally left him and we got a renting house in the town from her
work boss. It was closer to our father and I wasn't fighting her as
often. We still went to the same school, and things were fine for a
while. Fast forward about a year and a half, we were suddenly being
forced out of the home by the owner for no real true reason other
than his greed got the better of him.
We quickly found an apartment, but my teenager retaliation kicked
in again, and I ran away from home to my grandparents. She called
the police and an officer picked me up to take me home. The idea to
run away was not mine, it was my father's and he told me that when
the officer came to just go home. I did as he asked, and my father
filed yet again for custody of us, using my runaway as a method of
convincing the judge she was a bad mother. Somehow, the judge
continued to make us stay with our mother and she forbid us from
moving in with him. We were only in that apartment for a few months
before we moved yet again to another house.
After about two months of pent up aggression and anger from my
mother (fueled by my father with lies of how terrible she was) I
packed a bag of my belongings and ran away to my father's house
under his command. This time, my mother gave up and let me live
with my father. I never spoke to my mother after that. Things
started turning around again, I was happier in life and things were
looking up in life. Then I graduated high school, spent a week at
home, and then life crashed down on my head.
My father gave me a set amount of money, kicked me out of the house
early one morning, and told me to go find a job. His demeanor
suddenly changed towards me. It wasn't kind, caring, or fatherly
like it had been for years. This was a man I did not recognize, and
the harsh truth struck me as I realized this is who my
father was. I set out to job search, but I had no work history and
people would not hire me. After a month of no results, I returned
to find my father angry at me. He set me down and began to yell at
me the most vulgar things I'd heard. He told me of how pathetic and
useless I was in the world. That first time he said it stung me for
a long time. Yes, the first time.
I went job searching for two years and was unable to get
one. Every day after that first month I didn't come home with a
job, he would berate me again and again. I would be meant to wake
up near five in the morning to get the bus, then wouldn't be
allowed back home until six at night. Weekends I was allowed at
home because there was nothing that could be done. After about a
year of this happening, he took away any privileges I had. No
games, no internet, no phone. At the time, I had only my boyfriend
to help me through my misery. Him taking away my connection to my
only savior destroyed me. After a month of verbal abuse and no
phone privileges, I did something very stupid. For PG ratings, I
won't specify but it included a lot of pills. I woke up the next
morning just fine, and figured out they were expired. I was forced
to continue searching that same day, and that was my breaking
point. My sanity was gone, I had no hope, and I had no cares in the
world for anything. I continued on for another year of nothing.
Half of that time, I couldn't bring myself to search for a job so I
just stayed away from home in despair.
Two years of verbal abuse from my father put me at my all-time
lowest point in my life. Even now, the word
"pathetic" is a trigger word for me to get
exceptionally angry. That part of my life has scarred me in ways I
cannot describe. I met someone who had "different" non-PG abuse
from her father, and I can't tell which is worse. Being physically
non-PG abused, or being mentally and emotionally abused from a
family member.
At the end of the two year mark, my father was fed up with me and
decided I wasn't allowed in the house on Saturdays or Sundays, the
only days I wasn't spending thirteen hours a day job searching. I
didn't know where else to turn, so I called my little brother who
was with my mother for the weekend, and asked if she was interested
in seeing me. Of course she said yes, and I walked over to her
place. Immediately, she opened the door and hugged me with tears in
her eyes. I was surprised and hugged her back but was confused. She
then told me my little brother was having problems and needed to go
to the doctor and took me with her. We talked a little about how
things were, then she took me for a lunch. It was simple fast food,
but it was the first time I had more than one meal a day that wan't
from my father, and I started crying. After that, she took me back
to her home and I started connecting with her after so many years
of silence.
A week later, she had me a job with the company she worked at. And
a month later, we were getting an apartment together. After that, I
flipped my father the bird and to this day have never spoken to him
again.

"I see now that the circumstances of one's
birth are irrelevant.
It is what you do with the gift of life that determines who you
are."
~Mewtwo, Pokemon: The First Movie

Quote

"Why do some people say
'grow some [bleep]'?
They're weak and sensitive!
If you really wanna get tough,
grow a [bleep]!
Those things take a pounding!"
~Betty White

Quote

"A sword wields no strength unless the hand
that holds it has courage."
~The Hero's Shade, The Legend of Zelda: Twilight
Princess

Quote

"Life is all about resolve. Outcome is
secondary.
It is resolve that determines the value or your life."
~Waka, Okami

Quote

"I don't care who anybody sleeps with. If a
couple has been together all that time-
And there are gay relationships that are more solid than
heterosexual ones-
I think it's fine if they want to get married."
~Betty White

Quote

"After running for my life from hunters, a girl
with too much lip gloss doesn't register on my fear radar."
~ Jacinda, Firelight by Sophie Jordan

Quote

"When one door closes, find another."
"And what if there isn't another door?"
"Then you try the window."
"And if there's not a window?"
"Then you find a sledgehammer and make a window."
~ C.C. Hunter, Awake at Dawn

Quote

"Did you hear that? What the hell's that
sound?"
"It's just the wind."
"Yeah. Right. When was the last time the wind said "hostiles" to
you?
...Uhh... Those aren't drones."
"Looks like they upgraded. They're called Theron Guards."
"You think they know what we're doing?"
"Well, we're not here to sell cookies... So they know something's
up."
~Gears of War

By purchasing / trading / obtaining
/ owning a character I have created,
you will abide by these rules or forfeit to possible character
loss.
Failure to comply with returning a character will be reported to
moderators for character and art theft.
Acknowledging having read these rules will count for a personal
contract in the events of rule breaking.

#1) -
Any and all characters will remain only on Pokeheroes or
Toyhouse
- Exceptions to this will be art you have received from someone
else to be used as avatars in various places, ex. Discord, Kik,
Steam, etc.
- Art of characters is permitted on DeviantArt so long as it is not
an upload of my art and credit is given in the
description.
- Any character used outside of those specified places will be
notified of such and asked to return the character.

#2) - Characters and art by me
must stay known to have been created by me
- Characters are created by me, not by anyone else. Art credit
should include the artist's name and myself for the character
creation.
- Failure to specify that the character was created by me will
result in charges for art and character theft.

#3) - Characters are not
allowed to be used in inappropriate content
- This includes: sex, violence, drug use, hate crimes, profanity
(on Pokeheroes), gore / bloody themes, or most virtual guidelines
that consider something to be "NSFW" - Not Safe For Work
- These themes are not allowed in roleplays, stories, videos, or
artwork at all.

#4) - Any sprites I create must
get permission to be made into an OC first
- Users will be asked to read these rules in acceptance of creating
an OC from my creations.
- Anyone using a sprite as a character without permission will lose
the ability to use the sprite / character and are banned from
future allowance to obtain characters, art, or sprites from me.

#5) - You must ask me permission
first before selling a character
- This is to keep track of who owns what character.
- It also helps to let people know my character credit and
rules.

The biggest
rule:I am not interested in the short-responses normally done on
Pokeheroes.
Roleplays I partake in need to have:
○ a minimum of three sentences (several words in each)
○ averaging a paragraph or two during plot
○ Decent / Good grammar, spelling, and literacy

• Any roleplays going off-site need to have you send me a message
first asking for my accounts.
• I am only interested in 1x1 roleplays, not multiple-people
threads.
• While I am ditch-friendly, I may also ditch
depending on how the storyline is.
• I prefer Telegram, Discord, Skype, E-Mail, PM, and other
IM services. No phone-only services.
• You must have patience with replies, I'm not at my
computer 24/7 but I am online quite often.
• I can only play as a female and prefer you to play as
your gender as well.
• I only do roleplays with a third-person viewpoint. (He /
She / They)
• You do not control my characters in any way unless
it is a travelling / time skip sequence.
• Any fandoms will be played with original characters
we've created.
• Mature themes (Anything not suitable for Pokeheroes) will
be done off-site and you must be 18+.

For a
small short-story I created years ago, look at my written works tab in my journal.
I also have a short example piece I specifically wrote for
roleplaying that you should check out.

○ I am online as much as possible when not working or sleeping.
○ I check my social media often throughout the day.
○ I have roughly 7+ years of roleplaying experience in both PG and
Mature situations

• Yes, I am ditch-friendly. If you are not interested in keeping
the roleplay going, then that's fine! Just know that I may also do
the same depending on how the roleplay is going. I will attempt to
contact you to save it if possible, which isn't always the case.
Furthermore, if you plan on ditching, I wouldn't mind knowing why
and a little criticism. It helps me better myself so I can prevent
ditching in the future.

• With roleplays, I reply multiple times per day if possible. At
the least, once a day if I'm busy. But currently not busy in life
and have all the time in the world for roleplaying often.
Pokeheroes I check every so often but it's better to reach me via
instant messenger.

• I prefer one on one roleplays, it's easier to focus on one person
than it is to keep an eye out for several and possibly miss someone
who wanted your attention. Same goes for characters in a plot. I
prefer one at a time, and if there is a spin-off or another set of
characters we are interested in then I'll gladly take it into
another, different roleplay.

• English is the only language I will work with. If English is not
your first language, or your strongest, then please do not contact
me. English was my best subject in high school, and I have some odd
ways about the way I speak or do things so if I say something you
don't understand then just ask me about it or to stop, I've been
told it can get weird sometimes.

• I prefer characters to be of young - young adult ages because
it's more comfortable to be within my generation, but I do not like
playing children or minors. Likewise with older ages, I don't have
a problem with age gaps but more than twenty years doesn't sit
right with me.

• I am open to almost anything! If you want a chatting buddy, let's
sit down with a glass of lemonade sometime. If you want a friend,
let's start getting to know each other. If you need a shoulder to
cry on (or a temporary non-skilled therapist with a little advice)
then please don't hesitate to ask me because I try to help out as
much as I can.

Two heroes from different clans meet up
in a pub or town and work together to take the crown from the
corrupt king, going on the journey towards the castle passing
through quest spots, mountains, dungeons, battling other heroes and
Banes.

Quote
from Subnautica

After their ship crashed to this
foreign alien planet, the only two survivors are forced to work
together to build shelter and survive on the planet's ocean,
scavenging for resources and eventually working their way towards
getting off the planet.

Quote
from How To Train Your Dragon

Shortly after the
vikings have accepted dragons into their lives, someone discovers a
new breed and attempts to tame the beast in a closed environment to
ride it and further their discoveries, but the dragon is dangerous
and will require some work

Quote
from The Dragonian Series

[SPOILERS]
Many years after the Rubicon's success, dragons and Dragonians
attend schooling in Dragonia Academy to continue to learn about
each dragon and one day claim a dragon of their own. Since the
prophecy was fulfilled, a handful of dents have started appearing
in the school, the connection between dragon and rider that creates
a sacred bond and monogamous relationship. The Viden decrees that a
certain rider with a dark mark will claim a powerful Thunder Bolt,
once recently extinct, and rediscover her telekinetic abilities
which have been forgotten of that species. However, after the rider
Ascends, they and the dragon are both forced into the arena to
begin the claiming process. The rider is successful thanks to their
newfound telekinetic powers, however the dragon begins to rebel
against the rider after having been claimed. Soon enough the dragon
undergoes a small comatose transformation and wakes up completely
tamed to the rider. Soon enough the dragon persists on bonding and
slowly they fall in love.

"My Lord." A man called out,
entering through the large doors that led into the throne room. The
man was garbed in heavy silver armor that reflected his
surroundings like a mirror; the only notable thing of his suit of
armor was a large blue mark in the center of his chest plate, in
the shape of a knight riding a stallion, brandishing a sword in the
air triumphantly. Three other men wearing similar armor sets
trekked in behind him, closing the doors and standing silently
behind the man, who was given the title of Captain by the blue
color of his helmet, which he carried in his hands in respect of
the King's presence.
The King, a large fat man, sat upon his throne dressed in many
luxurious furs, there staying in a relaxed position as servants by
his sides were hand-feeding him food as he commanded.
The Captain did not stop the pure emotion of disgust from flitting
across his face before composing himself once more, clearing his
throat loudly to catch the attention of his ruler. It worked, as
the King had stopped commanding his servants and stared down at his
army leader with a bored expression.
"My lord," The Captain bowed his head quickly before continuing on.
"You summoned me?"
The King cleared his throat. "Yes, I have. It seems the pest of the
mountain will not stop attacking my kingdom. I need you to send out
many men in search of someone who will kill that dragon that curses
this place. Take the fastest horses and send word out immediately.
Take out the men protecting the peasants to go and leave our
fighters here. Force some of the common folk to also help the cause
or be forced to leave my domain. Take away their children and
wives, they will cooperate." The King chuckled at his own plan,
clearly void of a heart or any cares of his people.
The Captain nodded at this request with a grim expression, turned
and left to carry out the hideous deed.

At the top of a mountain, only miles away from the kingdom, there
was an unnatural opening of a cave, as if it were created by some
large creature to make the spot it's home. From out of the shadows,
a girl appeared and stood at the edge of the cave mouth, peering
over the rocky surface towards where the kingdom lie. Zara. Her
face was lacking any real emotion other than disdain of the stone
palace. She watched with her sharp eyesight, watching for anything
that might be a danger to her. While she appeared human, the large
wine colored bat-like wings protruding from her shoulder blades and
tail coming from her behind made her anything but. Her tail flicked
back and forth behind her as she glared at the kingdom. She then
noticed several horses were starting to appear in the area, heading
into the kingdom. A low growl escaped her clenched teeth.
With speed and her ability to fly, Zara quickly clothed herself in
her black cloak, one that allowed her to hide her wings and tail
in, as well as her long purple hair that flowed behind her. Keeping
well concealed, she made her way into the castle town, walking from
place to place to gather information on what was
happening...

Quote
from The Walking Dead

With her feet burning, Sam
finally collapsed to a sitting position with her back leaning
against an old, rusted car off the side of the road. She was
drenched in sweat and breathing heavily, risking to close her eyes
and rest there as much as possible. She had been running for a
while now, but she still wasn't far enough away. She was on a long,
straight stretch of road between two cities with nothing between
them except a menacing forest spanning on either side of the
pavement. She was running from whatever happened to her group in
the city she just left. Opening her eyes slightly, she could still
see the smoke in the distance from the building suddenly erupting
in fire and explosions. The building instantly started to catch
flame and then she heard gunfire surrounding the place. She didn't
stop to look, just started running before anyone could find her.
All she knew was someone attacked her group and wanted them dead as
soon as possible.
Once she finally caught her breath, she got back up to her feet and
winced in the process when she felt how small her shoes were, feet
swollen. But she couldn't stop, the people who gunned her group
down could be after her. So she kept on walking, still many more
miles to go before she reached the next city...

Quote
from Pokemon (Battle)

In Castelia City, two trainers
were sitting beside each other, on a bench in Central Plaza. They
were enjoying their lunch with their Pokémon. One of them looked
up, gaped, and whispered hastily to his friend. "H-Hey, is
that...?"
The other friend looked up and followed his gaze to an incoming
trainer. His eyes widened as his mouth popped open. "No way. That
is, it's totally her!"
A girl about the age of seventeen was walking into the Plaza,
nearly blending into the crowd of people. She was slim, tall, wore
jean shorts with a cyan tanktop, had long black hair in a ponytail,
and wore a backpack. Her eyes with a pale green color, looking
around at the crowd and scanning for someone. Hanging around her
shoulders comfortably was a small Charmander, looking at all the
people passing by.
Six PokéBalls were clipped onto a side of her hip in a case,
revealing them all to be customized and hand-painted with colorful
designs. A few people stopped and stared, recognizing her as well.
She smiled at them, as if oblivious to their shocked
expressions.
Her eyes caught sight in an open area with people surrounding it.
There was a battle between two trainers. She joined the circle,
seeing an Emboar against a Kecleon. It was invisible, but the
stripe was still showing. The Emboar was having a tough time seeing
it; it missed a Fire Blast and the Kecleon used a move that no one
could see, knocking out the Emboar. A trainer stepped in from the
circle and declared the Kecleon owner the winner. The crowd
applauded as he returned Kecleon to his Pokéball. He left the
circle, disappearing into the crowd.
The refereeing trainer spoke up. "Alright, anyone wanting to battle
next, step up!"
The girl walked into the circle and smiled. "Anyone here want to
challenge me?"
The referee, at first stunned, nodded. "Alright, first trainer,
Rose!"
The crowd murmured, most people knowing her reputation. She
grinned, waiting for someone to step up...

Quote
from Pokemon (Human Turned Pokemon0

"That's all of
them" A Team Plasma grunt said to another, setting down yet another
cage among the pile of many. They were all various sizes and some
with special properties, each of them lined up in rows so they
could all be looked into. Every single one of the cages were filled
with Pokémon, some too small for large Pokémon while others were
cramped with many creatures in a single cage. The two grunts left
the large room, shutting the door behind them and closing the room
in near darkness, if it wasn't for some of the Pokémon who had the
ability to light the place up. Several cries filled the room, some
with anger and others with despair or fear, all of them wanting to
be freed of this disease.
Each living being in the room was once a person, a human being.
Trainers, artists, chefs, children; they all were transformed into
a Pokémon that seemed to represent their spirit or personality. The
only differences between normal Pokémon and the humans that changed
were their colors; a Charmander had an orange shade to them but
someone turned into one had a different color that was also based
on their inner beings, be it green or pink. Not many people (or
Pokémon) knew how this all started, but it happened and now Team
Plasma was collecting them all for possible forced training to rule
the regions and Legendary Pokémon. These humans changed were called
"Poképeople." They had their ability to speak and act like a human,
but they also had the abilities to use moves and attacks, if the
person knew how to use them. Those who did got a special cage, like
the Ghost types that could phase through the bars got a cage that
was coated with a poison that would stop them from leaving.
The room was filled with nervous chattering and cries, some yelling
at the door to be set free. One among them was sitting calmly in
their cage, listening and focusing on their surroundings. A black
and green Zoroark, fur different shades that resembled an onyx and
emerald, had her eyes closed as she took deep breaths. To her side
was a cage with a trembling red Froslass, crying and sniffling
loudly, and on her other side a grey Tyranitar yelling loudly and
ramming against the cage bars, both her neighbors making it loud
and hard to concentrate.
With an annoyed groan, the Zoroark opened her eyes and glared at
them both. "Would you shut up? Crying and making a fuss won't help
us in this situation." The Froslass stopped and put on a brave
face, but the Tyranitar only seemed to get more aggressive at being
told to stop. He yelled more and began throwing all his weight at
the bars aimed towards the Zoroark, who sat there watching with a
coolness that she gave off.
The large beast gave one more throw of his weight, collapsing into
the bars, managing to cause a domino effect on the cages
surrounding them and fall to the ground, several opening and
allowing the Poképeople to break free. This included the Zoroark,
who quickly took her chance and darted out of the metal bars before
an electric current could shock her, then watched the door with
anticipation and the other people escaping, expecting someone from
Team Plasma to come in after hearing the loud noises or that
another Poképerson might cause more damage and
noise...